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Nicholas saw Alicia approached them, he was glad she's fine. He smiled feeling a little foolish about himself, "I was in for a little fun is all. It's good to see you in one piece though." He said, gritting his teeth at the last word. After all, she's the main objective for this quest. A few broken bones is nothing if they lose her here. "So who came to crash the party?" He asked, hearing Adrian's voice. He hopes everyone's fine.
I thought I'd post a little challenge. lol
I was thinking of prolonging the fight for the other kids that's just starting to appear, but alas, the grizzlies are dead. lol The Mist turned out to be a bad idea though. Sorry. XD
The weight was lifted off him moments later as the beast disintegrates completely into gold dust. Nicholas coughed and groaned, he was just glad he can finally breathe again. Standing over him was Iria, she is a bloody mess. She flops down next to him. Nicholas tried to stand but his broken ribs wont let him move from the floor. Deciding it was safe to remove the Mist, Nicholas waved his hand in a sweeping motion, and the Mist inside the ware house started to disappear. "Did we get her?" He asked Iria. He was sure he'd seen a shadow crept pass the bear before it fell, and he can hear a few more voices now from a far. Nicholas sighed. He knew he has to explain all this to Chiron once they all get back to Camp. Luckily, they have an Apollo kid around. At least he wouldnt have to explain all about the broken bones and gnashes and blood. "You need to be treated asap." He said to Iria a little worried, she was in a bad form, she's lost too much blood already.
Nicholas frozed as he heard the screams. It reminded him very much of that horrible metallic roar he'd heard during the car accident with his father many years ago. He was suddenly immobilized. Stuck somewhere in the sea of white Mist. And then, the scene began to form: the car, a heap of crumpled metal amidst the wheat field. White smoke curling up towards the sky. And then a tall figure looming over the smashed thing. You have to move, Nicholas. A voice told him inside his head. The Mist is playing its tricks on you. This is not real. The voice told him urgently. Move! As soon as the voice faded, a tomahawk came hurling down on him at high speed and he only had a second to duck to save his head from being split into two.
"Get a grip Nicholas!" He told himself. He saw that the other bear's on rampage, throwing things at random, anything it can get his hands on, which a lot since he has an entire chest of weapons beside him. Wherever it got that chest, Nicholas must get it away from him first. This guy can throw. Nicholas thought, as he crept up behind the bear. He can feel the air pressure in each throw even from this distance, may be could throw several times his weight if he's up to it. "Hey big guy!" Nicholas shouted so everyone in the ware house could hear him, he added a little magic so it sounded like he's in several places at the same time. "Try throwing that at me. Yes, hit me with your best shot if you're so tough!" He can see that his plan's working. The bear's started to throw in several places where he wanted it to. The maces and hammers struck one after another, taking down one lookout from the ware house entrance, two guards to the east wing, and a few other more who happens to be at right places.
The chest is nearly half empty, and the guards are all taken down. Theres only the two bears left, and taking out the chest. Nicholas signaled at Michael, and inched towards the throwing bear. He looks so tired now, cursing and panting in frustration, "I'll have you filthy demigod! And if I do, I'll rip your flesh to pieces and eat you!" Nicholas picked up the golden paper clip inside his jean's pocket, he tossed it in the air, it extended several feet (7ft to be exact) and formed a handsome golden staff. He calls it Merlin, he got it from his mother a few days after he wakes up to Camp Half-Blood. It was a gift, and now it was his most lethal weapon. He swung Merlin sideways towards the chest, it struck the box where he wanted it to be, the chest skidded a few feet away from te bear. It roared angrily and began to claw aimlessly around himself. Nicholas barely dodge a few swipes. But he was on his feet again. The scream! He needs to find Iria.
Sure it was easy finding her, she was glowing and shining so bright that the other bear's crouching in her general direction, ready to pounce. And then, Nicholas saw the blood. He cursed under his breath. He was running towards Iria when the second bear (the one throwing things) side tackled him. It knocked the wind out of him, and it also felt like a rib was broken or two. Merlin skidded off in a corner and disappeared. This is what happens when a quest of three is broken. Nicholas thought in frustration as they both crashed in a heap of flesh, the huge bear on top of him. Pinning him down with all its weigh.
"Get a grip Nicholas!" He told himself. He saw that the other bear's on rampage, throwing things at random, anything it can get his hands on, which a lot since he has an entire chest of weapons beside him. Wherever it got that chest, Nicholas must get it away from him first. This guy can throw. Nicholas thought, as he crept up behind the bear. He can feel the air pressure in each throw even from this distance, may be could throw several times his weight if he's up to it. "Hey big guy!" Nicholas shouted so everyone in the ware house could hear him, he added a little magic so it sounded like he's in several places at the same time. "Try throwing that at me. Yes, hit me with your best shot if you're so tough!" He can see that his plan's working. The bear's started to throw in several places where he wanted it to. The maces and hammers struck one after another, taking down one lookout from the ware house entrance, two guards to the east wing, and a few other more who happens to be at right places.
The chest is nearly half empty, and the guards are all taken down. Theres only the two bears left, and taking out the chest. Nicholas signaled at Michael, and inched towards the throwing bear. He looks so tired now, cursing and panting in frustration, "I'll have you filthy demigod! And if I do, I'll rip your flesh to pieces and eat you!" Nicholas picked up the golden paper clip inside his jean's pocket, he tossed it in the air, it extended several feet (7ft to be exact) and formed a handsome golden staff. He calls it Merlin, he got it from his mother a few days after he wakes up to Camp Half-Blood. It was a gift, and now it was his most lethal weapon. He swung Merlin sideways towards the chest, it struck the box where he wanted it to be, the chest skidded a few feet away from te bear. It roared angrily and began to claw aimlessly around himself. Nicholas barely dodge a few swipes. But he was on his feet again. The scream! He needs to find Iria.
Sure it was easy finding her, she was glowing and shining so bright that the other bear's crouching in her general direction, ready to pounce. And then, Nicholas saw the blood. He cursed under his breath. He was running towards Iria when the second bear (the one throwing things) side tackled him. It knocked the wind out of him, and it also felt like a rib was broken or two. Merlin skidded off in a corner and disappeared. This is what happens when a quest of three is broken. Nicholas thought in frustration as they both crashed in a heap of flesh, the huge bear on top of him. Pinning him down with all its weigh.
Nicholas stepped into to the scene. It was supposed to be a quest of three but seeing as other demigods suddenly appear out of nowhere, he decided he has to do something. "Three is a sacred number for nothing." He mumbled to himself looking around nervously, as if something bad might happen. First things first. Nicholas willed himself to focus, stretching his arms towards the sky. One of the gifts he got from his mother is the ability to control the Mist. Though the task would require great concentration and creativity in order for it to work. He felt his stomach churn slightly. Soon enough, pearly white smoke began to converge around the ware house, covering the structure entirely, with a bit more persuasion, Nicholas willed the smoke inside the ware house as well, filling it up until everyone gets zero vision.
From a mortal's eye view, it will look like a pretty normal ware house, with a couple of people throwing in a very normal party inside. "A cover is always your best ally." Chiron once said, and that's what he's doing. From not so far he saw Michael Crowsoft. Nicholas can easily see through the Mist and can make anyone see through it as well. So he went over to Michael, and when he's near enough to hear him whisper he said, "Hey, Michael, its me Nicholas." He paused, "Just dont do anything okay, I'm just going to tap you." He can feel his bow tensed, Nicholas anticipated an attack, but none came, so he moved a little closer and then tapped Michael on the shoulder, a green light shimmered faintly to where he has touched him. "That should make you see through the Mist. Take down the bears, I'll get the others."
From a mortal's eye view, it will look like a pretty normal ware house, with a couple of people throwing in a very normal party inside. "A cover is always your best ally." Chiron once said, and that's what he's doing. From not so far he saw Michael Crowsoft. Nicholas can easily see through the Mist and can make anyone see through it as well. So he went over to Michael, and when he's near enough to hear him whisper he said, "Hey, Michael, its me Nicholas." He paused, "Just dont do anything okay, I'm just going to tap you." He can feel his bow tensed, Nicholas anticipated an attack, but none came, so he moved a little closer and then tapped Michael on the shoulder, a green light shimmered faintly to where he has touched him. "That should make you see through the Mist. Take down the bears, I'll get the others."
I'm working on it. I might post my CS later today or tomorrow. Just a question though, whose side is the bad side?
And some gods refers to them cousins just for the fun of teasing them.
Yes, that made sense. But the relationship of their god-parents usually does not count to Demigods. Like any of Zeus's children is technically half-siblings to most god-parents in camp, and so that makes the rest of Hephaestus', Athena's, Apollo's, Dionysus' kids their nephews and nieces. That goes the same to Chiron, since he's Kronos's son, and half-sibling to Zeus, that makes them his half-grandkids. lol Its really complicated.
Name: Nicholas Richards
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'2
Weight: 145lbs
Appearance:
Personality: He's mean and practical towards most of the people around him. He learned to live by his own two simple rules: 1. Dont get attached. 2. You're on your own. Though despite his rather detached and reserved nature, all his life he's been working hard to fit in. Deep down that strong facade is a soft heart that longs for a place where he truly belongs.
History: It wasnt easy growing up to be him. For as far as he can remember, they were moving from places to places more often as not. He didnt get a chance of having a permanent life. It was always him and his father. No friends and relatives. His father who barely talks about anything, who would drag him down the road for no good reason, who will gladly take away everything he's ever known in his life, and pretends he cares about him more than anything, or at least thats what Nicholas thought before the monsters began to appear.
He was 10, they were on the road like they always have. His dad was tensed and distracted, he would look out to his window and his rear view mirror like he's expecting someone's there on a pursuit. He does this always, and Nicholas hates it. His father would mumble words under his breathe once in awhile, words he cannot understand at the time. Nicholas started to yell, it pisses him off, he pisses him off. His father told him to calm down, but Nicholas wouldnt. And then it hit them. Like literally something huge and solid smashed their vehicle towards the driver's side. The impact was so powerful it sent the car flying several feet off the ground, landing in a horrible crash towards the wheat field across the other side of the road. Metal groaned, and glass spraying everywhere as the car tumbled down and finally stopped. And then there's blood. His father breathing heavily beside him. Nicholas began to panic when he saw that his father's been stabbed by a metal rim in his stomach and was losing lots of blood. He was scared. He's never been this scared in his life before.
"Listen to me, Nicholas." His father told him urgently, he gritted his teeth. It appears that even speaking gives him so much pain. "They're coming for you..." His father coughed some blood, "They... they always... have. That's why we move often. To avoid them." Weakly, he pointed towards the cd drawer under him, Nicholas opened it, and there he saw a dusty old book bound in black leather. There's no title.
"It's for you." He said coughing more blood, "She told me to give it to you. But I was scared. I thought I could protect you. I dont have much time. But this will explain everything." He said weakly, and then he looked at him in the eye, "I'm sorry, son. I really am." He paused, "I love you, Nicholas..." But before he could say more he was cut by a horrible metallic roaring sound that drowned everything, and so loud he can feel his very own flesh vibrate. His insides churned and turned cold.
His last memory of that moment was this white light descending from above and then engulfing everything. It was so bright he couldnt look at it directly. And then, the next thing he knew, he wakes up at Camp Half-Blood. Chiron explained everything to him. But it took him awhile to believe him. And when he finally did, he decided he's got to do something with his life, for his father and his sacrifice.
Godly parent: Hecate, goddess of magic, witchcraft, and necromancy.
Signature Weapon: A long staff made out of Celestial Bronze that retracts itself into a gold paper clip pin.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'2
Weight: 145lbs
Appearance:
Personality: He's mean and practical towards most of the people around him. He learned to live by his own two simple rules: 1. Dont get attached. 2. You're on your own. Though despite his rather detached and reserved nature, all his life he's been working hard to fit in. Deep down that strong facade is a soft heart that longs for a place where he truly belongs.
History: It wasnt easy growing up to be him. For as far as he can remember, they were moving from places to places more often as not. He didnt get a chance of having a permanent life. It was always him and his father. No friends and relatives. His father who barely talks about anything, who would drag him down the road for no good reason, who will gladly take away everything he's ever known in his life, and pretends he cares about him more than anything, or at least thats what Nicholas thought before the monsters began to appear.
He was 10, they were on the road like they always have. His dad was tensed and distracted, he would look out to his window and his rear view mirror like he's expecting someone's there on a pursuit. He does this always, and Nicholas hates it. His father would mumble words under his breathe once in awhile, words he cannot understand at the time. Nicholas started to yell, it pisses him off, he pisses him off. His father told him to calm down, but Nicholas wouldnt. And then it hit them. Like literally something huge and solid smashed their vehicle towards the driver's side. The impact was so powerful it sent the car flying several feet off the ground, landing in a horrible crash towards the wheat field across the other side of the road. Metal groaned, and glass spraying everywhere as the car tumbled down and finally stopped. And then there's blood. His father breathing heavily beside him. Nicholas began to panic when he saw that his father's been stabbed by a metal rim in his stomach and was losing lots of blood. He was scared. He's never been this scared in his life before.
"Listen to me, Nicholas." His father told him urgently, he gritted his teeth. It appears that even speaking gives him so much pain. "They're coming for you..." His father coughed some blood, "They... they always... have. That's why we move often. To avoid them." Weakly, he pointed towards the cd drawer under him, Nicholas opened it, and there he saw a dusty old book bound in black leather. There's no title.
"It's for you." He said coughing more blood, "She told me to give it to you. But I was scared. I thought I could protect you. I dont have much time. But this will explain everything." He said weakly, and then he looked at him in the eye, "I'm sorry, son. I really am." He paused, "I love you, Nicholas..." But before he could say more he was cut by a horrible metallic roaring sound that drowned everything, and so loud he can feel his very own flesh vibrate. His insides churned and turned cold.
His last memory of that moment was this white light descending from above and then engulfing everything. It was so bright he couldnt look at it directly. And then, the next thing he knew, he wakes up at Camp Half-Blood. Chiron explained everything to him. But it took him awhile to believe him. And when he finally did, he decided he's got to do something with his life, for his father and his sacrifice.
Godly parent: Hecate, goddess of magic, witchcraft, and necromancy.
Signature Weapon: A long staff made out of Celestial Bronze that retracts itself into a gold paper clip pin.
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